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delicate ; a love story

chapter two: january of 2005

authors note: thank you guys for the support on the last chapter! i have been wanting to write a office fic, specifically a jim x reader, and just got the perfect idea. it means so much to me that you guys are enjoying it :) just a reminder: flashbacks/flash forwards will be in bold and talking heads will be in bold with italics!

authors note pt. 2: this was basically a filler chapter, some interesting things will happen in the next chapter, i promise

WARNING: language

March 16, 2005

Y/N did not expect to see Caleb storming into Micheal’s office two weeks later. She turned in her chair and her eyes widened at the camera, her lips forming a straight line. Many curses could be heard from Micheal’s office, and eventually Caleb stormed out. He glanced at Jim and then Y/N, which made her swallow harshly. Her bright smile was wiped from her face. Jim noticed this and walked over to reception, leaning on the ledge. “Tonight during game night, I’m going to whoop your ass Y/L/N.” He smirks, and leans in close to her ear. “I promise.” Jim whispered, soft shivers going up Y/N’s spine as she pulled away

“Ever since I moved in with Jim, every tuesday we have been playing some sort of board game with his other roommate. It’s a great bonding experience.” Y/N smiles innocently towards the camera.

Y/N smirked up towards Jim and shook her head. He smiled and walked back to his desk, being proud that he brought back the smile on her face.

“Was that some love bird banter?!” Micheal said as he exited his office. Clearly he had seen Jim whispering to Y/N. “No, Micheal.” Y/N reassures, and Jim nods in agreement. “Oh I’m sure they were talking about how exciting it is to live together.” Phylis spoke and Jim turned to look at her in his chair. “Oh really? So you two are doing the deed on the daily.” Micheal chuckles and Y/N shakes her head. “If..you two have a relationship you need to disclose it with HR.” Toby comments, and Micheal flares at him. “Just shut up, Toby. Shut up.”

“Micheal, I’m staying with Jim until I can find an apartment because, y’know, Caleb kicked me out.” Y/N says, disclosing the real truth to the whole office. “Well you did cheat on him.” Angela comments, giving a side eye to the reception desk. “Oh my God.” Y/N mutters, looking at the camera and shaking her head briefly.

“Everyone at the office thinks I’m dating Y/N.” Jim smiles and leans on his arm, sitting in the chair. “Which is not a bad reputation to have but for her, um.” He sits up straight, now having a straight face with no expression. “It’s..bad to date me, so.”

“Yes! I got another one!” Jim cheered and Dwight furrowed his eyebrows at him. “Impossible!” “Oh, but it is possible because I just did it.” He had been making calls all morning, and each one that he called invested. Y/N raised her hand and Jim did the same, and they shared an air high-five.

For a moment when Jim has gone up to get more coffee, Y/N quickly wrote ‘Proud of you, Halpert.’ with a small heart at the end on a sticky note. She placed it on his desk and snickered, noticing the splatter of blue ink on his desk. This was a frequent even that happened, Jim’s pen’s exploding. Mostly because of Dwight. Y/N made her way back to her desk when she saw Jim come out of the kitchen. “Damnit, Dwight!” He said, noticing the ink on his desk. He picked up the note and studied it, smiling and placing it on the bottom of his monitor “Thank you.” He mouthed towards reception, and Y/N nodded. They supported each other even if the accomplishment was small.

At 5p.m., Jim and Y/N left the office. The camera filmed the two of them as they walked to the car, Jim opening the door for Y/N. He did this every morning and every time they went home for work. Y/N let out a brief ‘thank you’ and she sat in the passenger seat. “Micheal was something else today.” Jim says and Y/N nods eargerly in agreement. “We would be a horrible couple.” Y/N comments sarcastically and looks over at Jim. “Oh really? We already live together, we’re very similar, and we go to work together.” Jim points out and Y/N taps the dashboard. “Exactly! It would get boring so fast.” She smirks, looking over at him. “Has it been boring?” He asks wholeheartedly. “Oh..no I was joking.” She replies fast, and he smiles. “Good to know.”

After having take out and Y/N beating Jim and his roommate at Monopoly, Y/N and Jim wondered into Jim’s room. They were already wearing their PJs; Y/N wearing flannel pants and a tank top, Jim wearing flannel pants and a t-shirt. “Sleepy time!” Y/N called and climbed into bed, laying on her stomach. “You are five years old. Come brush your teeth.” He says, and pulls on her legs, dragging her slowly off of the bed. “Jim!” She squealed, almost falling off of his bed. “Sorry!” He called and Y/N laughs, sitting on the ground. Jim helped Y/N get up, and they walked to the bathroom and brushed their teeth, washed their face, and Jim even helped Y/N brush her hair. She protested him to stop after a moment though, he tugged to hard.

“Goodnight.” Jim said, gripping the door handle as he was about to leave the room.

“Stay.” Y/N quickly said, sitting up in the bed and turning on the lamp beside her.

“What?” He asked, making eye contact to make sure there wasn’t a trace of mockery. There was none.

“You’ve been complaining about your back all this week! Come lay down in your bed.” She insisted, scooting over and patting the spot beside her.

“Are you sure?” Jim asked, closing the door and walking to the other side of the bed. “Yes! Now get in, I’m tired.” Y/N chuckled and Jim did what he was told, tucking under the blanket. Their shoulders were touching ever so slightly, the feeling knowing she was right beside him sending a blush to Jim’s cheeks. He had momentarily closed his eyes, Y/N turning her head to glance at him. She smiled thoughtfully, and then turned on her side away from him. Feeling her movement he looked over at her and beamed, sighing contently. She was so close, yet so out of reach.

“You know, this doesn’t really help the ‘we’d make a great couple’ thing.” Jim joked, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Shut it, Halpert.” Y/N retorts quickly.

March 25, 2005

“Moving day!” Y/N said excitedly. She was standing outside of Jim’s apartment, holding a brown box. Her hair was in a ponytail in case her hair got caught on something. Jim took note of this, too. “I’m really happy. It might be a one bedroom apartment, but it’s what I can afford and it’s small and I love it.” Y/N clarifies, smiling at the camera. “How am I doing with the whole Caleb situation?” Y/N repeats the question, making sure she heard the crew right. “Um.. I’m not going to say good, because it hasn’t been, but a really close friend has helped me so much with moving on, so.” As she said this, the camera zoomed in on Jim helping move boxes out of his apartment. “Is it Jim? Ahaha, uh..” Y/N trailed off and smiled. “I really have to go help them.” She smiled, and turned to walk to Jim’s car to set the box down.

“You ready, Y/L/N?” Jim asked and Y/N nods, smiling excitedly. “Very.” They shut the trunk, and Y/N got in her car and Jim got his, driving in the direction of her apartment. Once they got there, they took two boxes up and set them on the counter before Y/N gave him the grand tour which consisted of (in order): living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom. “So this is where you’ll be keeping all the hot people?” Jim asked sarcastically and Y/N playfully hits his arm. “My sex life is fine, thank you very much.” She assures, and walks out of the room. “Really? Because I don’t think you’ve slept with anyone in the last month.” He said and smirks, leaning up against the wall. “The whole office thinks we’re sleeping together, so I mean what’s the difference.” Y/N shrugs and Jim laughs, eyeing the camera.

The two moved the rest of the boxes into Y/N’s one bedroom apartment, and Jim started to help her unpack things for her bedroom. He opened one box and glanced up at the camera, then back down to the first thing that laid on top of the other items of clothing. A dress laid neatly folded on top of the other articles of clothing. It was a dusty blue color, a v-neck cut, and it ended just at Y/N’s knees. Jim thought she looked gorgeous in it. “This is the dress you wore to the company party.” Jim points out, holding up the dress and showing it to Y/N. She nods in response. “Yup!” She called, pushing a dresser into the corner, adjusting it. When Y/N moved out of Caleb’s apartment, she put all the furniture she had bought in a storage container. “You looked really pretty.” Jim comments and Y/N smiles over in his direction and walked over, taking the dress from him, standing on her tippy toes and placing a gentle kiss on his cheeks. “You were pretty too.” She retorts, and Jim laughs, scratching the back of his neck.

January 3, 2005

Micheal had made an announcement (through an e-mail) that on January 3, 2005, there would a company party. It was combined with a holiday party, one of Micheal’s more brilliant ideas. Both the Stamford and Scranton branch would be there, including corporate. This was the only party that Jan approved. Corporate had agreed that the party would be located in the main floor of a hotel in New York. At the time, the documentary had not started filming so there was no real proof this was an actual even that happened, besides a company photo.

“Wow.” Jim commented, seeing Y/N approach him. Caleb had gone to get a water for the two of them. “What?” Y/N asks, furrowing her eyebrows. “You’re beautiful.” He said confidently, looking the woman up and down. That made Y/N feel some typa way, alright. Y/N blushed and tapped her toe on the hard floor. “Thank you, it means a lot.” She nods and Caleb comes up to the two, having a hand firmly grasped on her waist. “Ah, Jim! How are you?” He asked and Jim cleared his throat, digging his hands into his pockets. “Oh, good.” He nods and glances around, becoming nervous. Y/N could tell and she bit her bottom lip, turning to to Caleb. “Thank you for the water, by the way.”

March 25, 2005

“Why don’t you wear this dress more often?” Jim asks, glancing at it. “Don’t have anywhere to wear it to.” Y/N shrugs while putting more clothes in her dresser. “Sure you do! All the parties Micheal throws for no reason, meetings, dinner with me on a friday night.” Jim says, winking in her direction. Y/N threw a shirt at his face. “Nice try, Halpert. I’m not going to dinner with you.” She smiles and grabs another box. He snapped his fingers and clicked his tongue. “Damnit, really thought you would be tricked into falling in love with me.” He jokes and Y/N rolls her eyes before she stood up. Most of the boxes were unpacked, but the rest could wait until tomorrow.

“Thank you, for everything.” Y/N murmured as she wrapped her arms around his back, Jim completing the hug. “No problem.” They stood there for a moment, taking in eachothers presence before Y/N broke the hug. “I’ll see you at work.” She waves to him as he exited. Her apartment was completely quiet now, she had to adjust to the calmness.

The camera captured Jim walking out of her apartment, and he stopped by the crew.

“Miss her already.” He beamed adoringly, and got into his car to drive home.

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delicate ; a love story.

chapter one: all new beginnings must require old endings.

authors note: hi!! this is my first jim halpert x reader fic :) i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! also, thank you for the support on my previous writings. flashbacks/flash forwards will be in bold and talking heads will be in bold with italics!

WARNING: language

February 25, 2005

Y/N clears her throat, crossing her legs as she sits in small, uncomfortable grey chair. In the background people are working at their desks, a man turns and glances at Y/N in the conference room with the crew. He turns back and makes eye contact with the camera, that was zoomed in on his reaction. He bites the inside of his cheek and goes back to his work, having a look on his face like he got caught doing something.

“What do I say?” Y/N asks, leaning forward towards the camera, then sitting back in the chair. “Oh, I started working at Dunder Mifflin about a year and a half ago? I’m the receptionist here. Boring, I know. I..sit in at meetings, uh, transfer clients. I also write stories! Sometimes, when I’m free. No-one has really seen them, except Jim.” Y/N looks down and fiddles with her bracelet. “Jim’s probably my best friend.” Y/N responds to the crew, the question of her relationship with the man coming up. She nods and smiles. “He’s the best salesmen I know. Everytime he makes a sale we air high five.” Y/N chuckles and smiles brightly at the camera.

“Caleb? He’s my boyfriend. He works in the warehouse. Helped me get this job.” Y/N nods, her smile faltering but a smirk staying on her face. “He’s great, we’ve been dating for...four years. He still has yet to pop the question but you know, we’re saving money, haha.” She smiles and chuckles. “Oh that’s it? Okay cool, uh, if you guys need anything don’t be afraid to come over to my desk and ask.” Y/N stands, and gives a small wave to the crew and camera before she exits the room.

“So, how was it?” Jim asks, leaning back in his chair, looking the woman up and down that was leaning up against his desk slowly, trying to find a trace of concern or outright disgust. Most of the employees at Dunder Mifflin, especially at the Scranton branch, were concerned with the idea of a documentary being filmed. Y/N seemed to like the idea. “It was fine, you just talk about yourself and your job.” She readjusted herself to now be sitting on Jim’s desk, legs dangling off. Y/N eyes the camera that was now standing near the two of them. This would take some getting used to. “So, Y/L/N, you want to go to Poor Richards tonight?” Jim asks, poking the top of her knee. Dwight perks his head up looking over at the two. “Shouldn’t you be working?” He asks, and Y/N rolls her eyes.

A ring was heard from reception, and Y/N hurried over to the phone after shrugging in Jim’s direction, picking it up. “Dunder Mifflin, this is Y/N. Yes, I’ll transfer you.” Y/N says into the phone, sitting back down in front of her computer monitor. “Dunder Mifflin, this Y/N.” She pressed the phone to her ear and her shoulder, writing on a sticky note ‘You mean, like a date?’ “Oh uhm,” The caller was asking to speak to Micheal, but he wasn’t in his office. “Where’d he go?” Y/N mouths to Jim, and he returns with a shrug. “Micheal isn’t here right now, may I take a message?” She asks, setting the separate sticky note to the side and grabbing another one to write down what the person on the other line needed. “Got it. Thank you!”

Y/N stood up and took both of the sticky notes, one to Micheal’s office, sticking it on his computer monitor, and walking over to Jim, placing the purple piece of paper on his shoulder. She would just joke with him out loud but didn’t want Dwight staring at them again. Jim looked over at Y/N, who was now back at her desk and lowered his eyes, a hand resting on his face. She let out a pretty peal of laughter, a pink tint on her cheeks. Their jokes is what got both of them through the day.

“Y/N?” The crew had asked him how he felt about Y/N and her affect since working here. “She’s a great friend. Very easy to talk to..warm, energetic and positive.” Jim comments, biting his lower lip gently. “Why do you ask?”

At the stroke of 5p.m., Y/N stood up and took her coat off of the coat rack, finding some ways to stall to talk to Jim by stacking the post-it notes, putting the scattered paper clips in their rightful container, making sure her computer was properly turned off. After what seemed like an hour of judgement from other employees as they left (it was only about two minutes), Jim approached her. “I’m assuming your in?” He asks and Y/N smiles. “Hell yes. I haven’t gone out to Poor Richards with you in forever.” She says, stuffing her hands nervously in her coat pockets. “Wait, were going to Poor Richards?” Kelly calls back to them and Y/N’s eyes widen, realizing how loud she was. “Guys were going to Poor Richards!” Kelly called down the hall, earning a few cheers from the other employees.

“I love my coworkers.” Jim says, sighing, and clicking his tongue to his cheek. “But Y/N is the only one who understands the pain of group outings. It’s mainly one of the reasons why we do things with eachother, without the rest of the Scranton branch.”

Y/N and Jim laugh at the same time, the camera zooming in on Caleb as he enters the office right when the two of them were about to leave. “Hey, baby.” Y/N says, pressing a kiss to Calebs lips, his hands resting on her waist. Jim looks into the camera with a frown as he fiddled with his car keys. “So Jim and I were going to go to Poor Richards, if that’s okay with you?” Y/N asks, keeping her arms wrapped around his neck. “Oh, babe..I kinda wanted you to come home tonight, you know..the reasons why.” He grumbles and Y/N looks at the camera, Jim looking visibly flustered and uncomfortable in the background. “Uhh..I just- haven’t gone out with them in awhile.” Y/N separates from Caleb and he frowns. “Fine. You can. Love you.” Caleb says before placing a kiss on her forehead. “Take care of her, Halpert.” Caleb says and Jim nods. “Will do.” He says awkwardly, chuckling afterwards.

“Guess I’m all yours tonight.” Y/N giggles, walking down the stairwell, Jim not far behind her. “Haha, yeah..” He trails off and Y/N stops and looks up at him. It was tremendously cold in the stairwell, but it was their safe space. “Somethings wrong.” Y/N says and Jim shakes his head. “I know that face.” She retorts. “What face?” His eyebrows furrow as he looked in her direction. “The face were you think really hard about something, were your concerned.” She points out and Jim smirks. They really had memorized each other, like a book they had read multiple times. Other miscellaneous things they knew about eachother: Jim’s favorite pen color is blue. Y/N’s favorite yogurt flavor is strawberry.

“I’m just thinking about Caleb. Why didn’t he want to let you leave, besides..you know.” Jim mocked Caleb’s grumble, this made Y/N laugh. “I don’t know.” She says, continuing down the stairs but she frowns. “Sometimes I just don’t get him.” She confessed, and Jim’s face softened. The camera crew slips into a corner so it is out of view. Jim rolls his eyes and pushes the door open with his back. “Boys! Amirite?” He jokes, which made Y/N smile. Jim rushes over and opens Y/N’s door, to which she thanks him. The camera crew watches as the car drives away. “Do you think everyone else is already there?” Y/N asks and Jim shrugs, focusing on the road. “Thanks for taking me, by the way.” Y/N comments and Jim smiles. “No problem.”

After a couple of hours of hanging around the bar and Y/N getting hammered, the crew filming most of the experience, Jim decides it’s best if he takes Y/N home. He had successfully put her in his car and buckled her, and once he was in the car, Y/N wrapped her arms around his arm while giggling. “Wow. You are SO drunk!” He exclaims and eyes the girl, a gentle, caring smile on his face. The camera zooms in on the two, the view being from another car. “I’m perfectly sober!” Y/N cheers and Jim shakes his head as he pulled up to a red light, the camera filming them in the next car over. “Would I do this if I wasn’t sober?” “Do what-” And just like that, time stopped.

Y/N’s lips were on Jim’s, and Jim’s eyes widened, but he relunctly placed a hand on the back of her head, cradling softly as he closed his eyes. It was so pure, so delicate. The light had turned green, and a car honked behind them. Jim immediately pulled away, stepping on the gas, the camera getting a shot of them as they veered off. Y/N giggled and covered her mouth, then threw up in a bag that Jim had given to her just incase of an incident like this. He didn’t really have time to process what had just happened, and he rolled his eyes as he placed a hand on her back, rubbing it gently. He pulled up to his house, seeing his roommate was home. Jim was going to take her back to her house, but he was scared that she wouldn’t be able to articulate without some sort of assistance, and Jim presumed Caleb was already asleep.

Jim helped Y/N out of the car and walked into the small house and his roommate smiled. “So this is her?” He asked and Jim glared at him and sat Y/N down. “Just get me a glass of water, asshole.” He comments and takes his flip phone out, texting Caleb.

‘Hey, it’s Jim. Y/N got really drunk and she puked in my car, so I took her back to my house. Don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the couch. Have a good night.’

“What am I going to do with you?” Jim asked and shook his head. Y/N made ‘grabby hands’ towards him and his obliged, sitting on the couch with her, her body shifting so her head was now on his lap. He smiled down at the girl and quickly turned on the TV. Jim could feel Y/N slip out of consciousness by her breathing and he smiled again, taking a moment to take this in. He stroked her hair and he swallowed harshly, remembering what had happened earlier. Jim bit his lower lip and sighed, then took the girl up in his arms, bridal style, and walked to his room, placing her on his bed, and covering her with the blanket.

The next morning, Jim cooked breakfast for her, gave her medicine, and let her know of what had happened last night. She was taken aback, wondering why she would do such actions. She apologized profusely, to which Jim just smiled and shook his head, replying with a ‘you’re fine.’ Classic boy-next-door Jim. Y/N went home, and didn’t tell Caleb. There was no reason to. She was drunk, and didn’t remember the events. The weekend flew by in a flash, and soon it was Monday again.

Y/N walked into work with a bright smile on her face. That smile quickly faltered as whisperings were made by her other coworkers, and she made eye contact with Jim. Had he told someone? No, surely he hadn’t. Y/N’a eyes faltered from Jim as she sat behind her desk and Jim tapped his pen on desk. Dwight taps his desk a single time and Jim looks over at him, raising his eyebrows. “Y/N has a boyfriend.” Dwight quickly says, and Jim nods. “Yes, I know. Why are you telling me this?” He asks, really not wanting any of Dwight’s antics at the moment. “Because you kissed her.” Jim’s heart sank into the bottom of his stomach. “..Who told you that?” He whispered, glancing at the camera, and Dwight points at the crew member holding the camera. Jim looked at the camera and clenched his jaw.

“How long does this documentary have to be?” Jim asks, his hands folded in his lap as he clenched his jaw.

Y/N wrote sloppily, she was jotting down ideas for her writings. Not that anyone would see them. “Y/N?!” Caleb calls and Y/N stands up. He sounded angry. “Caleb? What’s up?” She asks, walking from behind the reception desk. “You kissed Jim?!” He yelled and Jim turned away from the gaze of Caleb, spinning in his chair as he looked in the camera. The whole office knew by now. “I-I was drunk! And it’s not like it meant anything!” Caleb had a right to be upset, after all, she had kissed him even if she didn’t remember it. “I’m sorry..” She trailed off and Caleb clenched his fists. “Sorry isn’t gonna cut it! You hang out with Jim all the time, how will I know if you don’t do something like this again?! We’re over. I want you moved out of the apartment by tonight.” Caleb angerily says and Jim looked over at Caleb, standing up. “Hey, man, she didn’t mean-” “I don’t want to hear it, Halpert. You kissed back.” He spat. Y/N looked over at Jim before she watched Caleb storm out of the office. He was gone. The man she wanted to marry, spend the rest of her life with, was gone. He wanted her gone.

“Y/N.” Jim quickly said and Y/N tears up, looking up at him. She just threw away four years of her life she would never get back. “I can’t..” She said and rushed out into the hallway, and finally into the stairwell. Jim followed close behind. “Hey..” Jim soothed and wrapped his arms around her, her head now resting on his chest as she wept. He rubbed her back gently and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, looking over at the camera. “You’re going to be okay, Y/L/N.” He comforted, and Y/N sputtered. “I don’t have a place to live! He wants- me gone by tonight.” Y/N hiccups and Jim holds her tighter, thinking of ways he could help her. “Hey! Crazy idea, you can stay at my place until you find somewhere to stay.” Jim suggests. He hadn’t even talked to his roommate.

“Are you sure? I- that’s.” Y/N tries to the find words to show her appreciation, and wraps her arms around his neck, standing on her tippy toes to hold onto him. Jim wraps his arms around her waist and closes his eyes, holding her tightly once more.

And just like that, Jim knew this was the right thing to do. He took in her scent, the softness of her skin, and the many giggles coming from her.

“I’d do anything for her.” Jim says confidently, before his eyes fell from view of the camera. “She’s my best friend.”

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